The plane got off at half past two and arrived at school at around three o'clock.
The two got off the car and entered the school gate, carrying large and small bags and walking into the school. Zhao Qingge was a little surprised that Li Peifeng was still following him: "Do you have classes soon?"
Li Peifeng gestured to the big bag in his hand: "These are gifts for you, I will help you put them in the car."
"No."
"It needs to be used."
Zhao Qingge glanced at the big bag again, then at Li Peifeng: "Are they all mine?"
"All of them!"
"No one else's?"
Li Peifeng shook his head firmly: "No!"
The corners of Zhao Qingge's mouth raised slightly, but soon returned to normal.
The actual situation is that Li Peifeng bought a lot of gifts, but other people's gifts couldn't be taken. There are restrictions on luggage weight when flying, so Li Peifeng bought them while mailing them back in Wuzhen. His parents' gifts were mailed directly to his hometown, Wu Wenyue
He and Xu Manying's were mailed directly back to the apartment, and those of the two junior sisters were mailed back to the school. In the end, only Zhao Qingge's was left, which he carried in his hands.
Can his heart be killed?
No, no, no, Li Peifeng didn't want to play this trick, it was just a coincidence.
"Put it in the car."
When he arrived at the car, Zhao Qingge opened the trunk. Li Peifeng put the things away, said goodbye and turned to leave. However, what the other person said made him stop.
"I showed you your article "Analysis of the Pulse of Female Channel Internet Literature" and you can submit it."
"Oh, please."
"Pa~"
Zhao Qingge closed the car door: "No trouble, remember to recommend reviewers to write Duan Cong, the possibility of being accepted should be high."
Li Peifeng nodded, looked at Zhao Qingge's face again, and asked with some hesitation: "Do you think I still need to study for this doctorate?"
"you ask me?"
Zhao Qingge lowered his eyebrows: "Why are you asking me about your own affairs?"
Wife, look at you, what is your attitude?
Li Peifeng was very dissatisfied. What he was asking about was simply studying for a Ph.D.
Is studying for a Ph.D. important to both of them? Not important!
There is no teacher-student relationship, which is very important to the two of them!
As a result, Zhao Qingge pretended to be confused and threw the blame back.
Li Peifeng was unwilling to give in: "I want you to give me some advice. Do you think it will be helpful to my employment after I study for this Ph.D.?"
Zhao Qingge thought for a while and then answered seriously: "If you want to find a job, there is definitely one, but if you want to be a full-time writer, it won't be of much help and will actually delay your writing."
Li Peifeng nodded suddenly and asked: "Will getting this doctorate help me choose a mate?"
"If you choose a mate, there should be none."
Zhao Qingge mused: "No one insists that the other half has a Ph.D., but studying for a Ph.D. will make it difficult to balance relationships and studies."
Not yet, not clear enough! Not clear enough!
Li Peifeng was heartbroken and emphasized: "Then if I don't study for this Ph.D., will I let a professor from the School of Liberal Arts of a certain Normal University be my wife?"
"..."
Zhao Qingge looked at him deeply, his eyes were complicated and subtle, and he turned and left without saying a word.
What's the meaning?
Li Peifeng didn't quite understand. He frowned and stood thinking for a moment.
Didn't figure it out.
He simply took out his phone and looked at the time, and a certain class schedule app popped up.
Thinking of Zhao Qingge asking him if it was a class, this reminded Li Peifeng of something... He really had a class! And it had already started!
…
Although there are fewer classes in the second year of graduate school, it does not mean that there are none. Li Peifeng has been on a business trip for a week and has said hello to teachers in various subjects and asked for leave. But even if you ask for leave for some classes, as long as you are absent more than five times in a semester,
Then you will have to retake it in the next semester.
That's the turtle's butt - the rules.
Now that he has returned from a business trip, Li Peifeng does not want to miss classes innocently, but consciously still has to fulfill his duties as a student.
The second teaching building, Classroom 206. There were about twenty students sitting sparsely in the room. Most of them were listening quietly and taking notes. There were also a few who were playing with their mobile phones in private.
The male teacher on the stage, Xiong Miaohai, who is in his forties, broad and fat, slightly balding, continued to lecture in a loud voice.
"In youth literature, there used to be an important theme, that is, man's struggle with the surrounding environment, and man's construction of the surrounding environment..."
Li Peifeng slowly opened the door and leaned over to apologize.
Xiong Miaohai nodded to him and flashed his sparse hair.
There were no words to each other, and Li Peifeng sat in the corner of his own accord.
"Research on Modern and Contemporary Novels of Dongguo"
Li Peifeng's grades in this professional class were pretty good, or in other words, he didn't have a bad grade in any class. His grades in all subjects were among the best in his major.
The reason why he feels that he is not bad at studying is mainly due to the teachings of his parents. Both his parents are university teachers, and their two elders have instilled a very important concept in him since he was a child.
Listening carefully is the greatest respect for the teacher on the stage and the knowledge itself.
Even if the teacher doesn't teach well, you can read the book and understand it yourself, but you should never do other things in class. Class is for learning.
With this concept, Li Peifeng mostly doesn't know how to fish in class.
But maybe he came in a hurry today and didn't bring a book with him. He couldn't quite listen to what the teacher said.
"A person, this young 'I', in the process of retreating or turning to the inner world..."
Li Peifeng was in a rare state of wandering. He recalled the scene where he kissed Zhao Qingge on the bus from Wuzhen to the airport. And in the parking lot, after he asked the question, the other party looked at him with complicated eyes, feeling uneasy!
In the final analysis, the pressure from reality is too great.
Even if Li Peifeng did not study for a Ph.D., he would be with Zhao Qingge after graduating with a master's degree, fall in love, and get married... Even so, there are still many difficulties. These difficulties are not something that the two of them can overcome.
All feelings will be shattered in the face of reality.
Not to mention the Li Peifeng family.
Zhao Qingge's family must be the first to disagree. One of his parents is a school leader of Yan University and the other is a school leader of Yan University of Finance and Economics. The previous two generations were also teachers. Although Li Peifeng didn't know what Zhao's grandparents did.
, but his status is probably not low, but in the end Zhao Qingge fell in love with a student?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is an insult to the family tradition, a disgrace to politeness, and a disgrace to be called a teacher. Why are you so hard to think about it...
Pressure among family and friends ensues.
Second is the school. Even if I graduate, as long as I end up with Zhao Qingge, once such topical news comes out, there will be no lack of publicity and exaggeration by interested people, and the teachers and students of Beihua Normal University will definitely talk about it.
The biggest lie is that the relationship started after graduation. No one would believe it. Everyone would think that they had a relationship when they were in school.
Maybe it's nothing in other schools. After all, one of the students has graduated and crossed this red line, but Beihua Normal University is a normal school. In order to avoid negative effects and prevent other students from learning to follow suit, the school leaders are very likely to bid farewell to teaching.
, at least move to another school to work...
Thinking of this, Li Peifeng suddenly understood the way the other person looked at him in the parking lot;
"So if I don't study for this Ph.D., will I let a professor from the School of Liberal Arts of a certain Normal University be my wife?"
"Do you think if I became your wife, I would still have the nerve to continue being a professor at Beihua Normal University?"
"Peifeng!"
When Li Peifeng was deep in distress, a dark and thin boy at the back table, wearing glasses, whose eyebrows were somewhat similar to Shen Teng's, poked him and reminded him in a low voice: "The teacher is calling you."
Xiong Miaohai happened to look this way, and Li Peifeng received the prompt and subconsciously stood up.
"Okay, let Peifeng answer it."
Xiong Miaohai nodded with satisfaction: "I really like how you don't listen carefully and want to stand up and pretend to be stupid again!"
"Hahaha~"
The whole room burst into laughter, and more than 20 people in the classroom were thrown into chaos by this sentence...
"?" Li Peifeng's eyes widened, he looked at Shen Liao behind him, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to die? How dare you tease me?!"
"Heh heh heh~" Shen Liao laughed the loudest and stepped back: "Wrong, Brother Feng, I was wrong, but I will dare next time!"
"What the hell..."
"Stop chatting and answer the questions!"
Xiong Miaohai tapped the podium with his finger, and then pointed to the text displayed on the curtain behind him.
That is Lu Xun's short story "Hometown", and the famous text "Young Runtu" is a short excerpt from this novel.
What is shown on the curtain is not in the text, the plot of "I" and Runtu meeting again after many years;
I was very excited at this time, but I didn’t know what to say. I just said: "Ah! Brother Runtu, you are here?" Then I had many words that I wanted to say in succession: horned chicken, jumping fish
Children, shells, turtles, etc. But it always feels like it is blocked by something, just whirling in my head and unable to spit it out.
He stood still, with a look of joy and sadness on his face; he moved his lips but made no sound. His attitude finally became respectful, and he shouted clearly: "Master!..."
I seemed to shudder; I knew that there was a pitifully thick barrier between us. I was speechless.
"That's the last sentence! I seemed to shudder..."
Xiong Miaohai made a circle around this sentence: "Tell me, how does the 'I' in the article feel? What is a sad thick barrier?"
That's it?
Li Peifeng breathed a sigh of relief, took a closer look, and suddenly felt the same. Isn't the relationship between him and Zhao Qingge another version of 'Run Tu and the Master'?
In the dream, I called someone my wife. After waking up from the dream, I respectfully called someone: "Guide!"
"Can you tell me? If you can't tell me, I will get three points deducted."
Xiong Miaohai threatened people, which made Li Peifeng feel even more sad and sighed: "Oh, life is really unpredictable, the big intestine wraps up the small intestine!"
"What is a miserable thick wall?"
"There is feces in the small intestine. When I wipe my butt with poop, I am afraid that the paper will be torn."
This chapter has been completed!